Aaron coughed as he felt smoke enter his lungs again. He was trapped. He knew it, the firemen surrounding teh building knew it, and there was no way that they would be able to get in to help him in time. His appartment building, the one where his small, one bedroomed flat was located, was on fire. Aaron knew it was no accident. There had been a string of arson attacks in the last ew months and this building was just the latest in a string of fires.

As the fmales seeped under the crack in the door frame of the laundry room Aaron backed away into the farthest corner of the room, putting the washign machines and dryers between him and teh fire. Smoke was filling the air and making it hard for him to breathe. The laundry room was in the basement of the building and he knew that the main floor had been the first target, it always was in these attacks so that the fires would spread upwards, making it harder for people to get out. The arsonist was clever like that, making sure he caused as many casualties and deaths as possible.

"Help," Aaron whispered, knowing that his call would not be heard even if he had shouted it. The sound of the crackling flames was just too loud and no one would be able to get to him since the staircase was little more than a mile of ash inside a raging inferno. "Someone, anyone, please help me!"